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Why did the chicken cross the road?

2009-01-04T21:28:00.002+01:00

Plato:                For the greater good.

Karl Marx:            It was a historical inevitability.

Machiavelli:          So that its subjects will view it with admiration,
                    as a chicken which has the daring and courage to
                    boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom
                    among them has the strength to contend with such a
                    paragon of avian virtue?  In such a manner is the
                    princely chicken's dominion maintained.

Hippocrates:          Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its
                    pancreas.

Jacques Derrida:      Any number of contending discourses may be discovered
                    within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and
                    each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial
                    intent can never be discerned, because structuralism
                    is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!

Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.

Timothy Leary:        Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment
                    would let it take.

Douglas Adams:        Forty-two.

Nietzsche:            Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road
                    gazes also across you.

Oliver North:         National Security was at stake.

B.F. Skinner:         Because the external influences which had pervaded its
                    sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a
                    fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while
                    believing these actions to be of its own free will.

Carl Jung:            The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt
                    necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at
                    this historical juncture, and therefore
                    synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.

Jean-Paul Sartre:     In order to act in good faith and be true to itself,
                    the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Ludwig Wittgenstein:  The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the
                    objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came
                    into being which caused the actualization of this
                    potential occurrence.

Albert Einstein:      Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed
                    the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Aristotle:            To actualize its potential.

Buddha:               If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-
                    nature.

Howard Cosell:        It may very well have been one of the most astonishing
                    events to grace the annals of history.  An historic,
                    unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt
                    such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to
                    homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.

Salvador Dali:        The Fish.

Darwin:               It was the logical next step after coming down from
                    the trees.

Emily Dickinson:      Because it could not stop for death.

Epicurus:             For fun.

Ralph Waldo Emerson:  It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

Johann von Goethe:    The eternal hen-principle made it do it.

Ernest Hemingway:     To die. In the rain.

Werner Heisenberg:    We are not sure which side of the road the chicken
                                         was on, but it was moving very fast.

David Hume:           Out of custom and habit.

Jack Nicholson:      'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored)
                                      reason.

Pyrrho the Skeptic:   What road?

Ronald Reagan:        I forget.

John Sununu:          The Air Force was only too happy to provide the
                    transportation, so quite understandably the chicken
                    availed himself of the opportunity.

The Sphinx:           You tell me.

Mr. T:                If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!

Henry David Thoreau:  To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow
                                           out of life.

Mark Twain:           The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

Molly Yard:           It was a hen!

Zeno of Elea:         To prove it could never reach the other side.

Chaucer:              So priketh hem nature in hir corages.

Wordsworth:           To wander lonely as a cloud.

The Godfather:        I didn't want its mother to see it like that.

Keats:                Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.

Blake:                To see heaven in a wild fowl.

Othello:              Jealousy.

Dr Johnson:           Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have,
                    you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the
                    Need to resist such a public Display of your own
                    lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.

Mrs Thatcher:         This chicken's not for turning.

Supreme Soviet:       There has never been a chicken in this photograph.

Oscar Wilde:          Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in
                    town ought never expose one to such barbarous
                    inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a
                    road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the
                    chicken in question.

Kafka:                Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade
                    insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.

Swift:                It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome,
                    filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume
                    to question the actions of one in all respects his
                    superior.

Macbeth:              To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.

Whitehead:            Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of
                                misplaced concreteness.

Freud:                An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter)

Hamlet:               That is not the question.

Donne:                It crosseth for thee.

Pope:                 It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.

Constable:            To get a better view.

Timed Table/Tabled Time

2008-09-07T17:43:00.002+02:00

Carmina Burana

2008-09-01T19:50:00.007+02:00

Carmina Burana, also known as the Burana Codex, is a manuscript collection, found in 1803 in the Bavarian monastery of Benediktbeuern, and now housed in the Bayerische Staatsbibliothek in Munich. The 119 leaves of the original collection contain 228 poems compiled by three different scribes, a collection of love and vagabond songs. Between 1935 and 1936 German composer Carl Orff set 24 of the poems to new music, also called Carmina Burana. The most famous movement is "Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi (O Fortuna)"

Sors immanis
Et inanis,
Rota tu volubilis
Status malus,
Vana salus
Semper dissolubilis,
Obumbrata
Et velata
Michi quoque niteris;
Nunc per ludum
Dorsum nudum
Fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
Et virtutis
Michi nunc contraria
Est affectus
Et defectus
Semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
Sine mora
Cordum pulsum tangite;
Quod per sortem
Sternit fortem,
Mecum omnes plangite!

TRADUÇÂO

Ó Fortuna,
És como a Lua
Mutável,
Sempre aumentas
Ou diminuis;
A detestável vida
Ora oprime
E ora cura
Para brincar com a mente;
Miséria,
Poder,
Ela os funde como gelo.

Sorte imensa
E vazia,
Tu, roda volúvel
És má,
Vã é a felicidade
Sempre dissolúvel,
Nebulosa
E velada
Também a mim contagias;
Agora por brincadeira
O dorso nu
Entrego à tua perversidade.

A sorte na saúde
E virtude
Agora me é contrária.
Dá
E tira
Mantendo sempre escravizado
Nesta hora
Sem demora
Tange a corda vibrante;
Porque a sorte
Abate o forte,
Chorai todos comigo!

The Voynich Manuscript

2008-01-19T19:24:00.000+01:00

The Voynich Manuscript is considered to be 'The Most Mysterious Manuscript in the World'. To this day this medieval artifact resists all efforts at translation.

It is either an ingenious hoax or an unbreakable cipher.

The manuscript is named after its discoverer, the American antique book dealer and collector, Wilfrid M. Voynich, who discovered it in 1912, amongst a collection of ancient manuscripts kept in villa Mondragone in Frascati, near Rome, which had been by then turned into a Jesuit College (closed in 1953).

Based on the evidence of the calligraphy, the drawings, the vellum, and the pigments, Wilfrid Voynich estimated that the Manuscript was created in the late 13th century. The manuscript is small, seven by ten inches, but thick, nearly 235 pages. It is written in an unknown script of which there is no known other instance in the world. It is abundantly illustrated with awkward coloured drawings of:

unidentified plants;
what seems to be herbal recipes;
tiny naked women frolicking in bathtubs connected by intricate plumbing looking more like anatomical parts than hydraulic contraptions;
mysterious charts in which some astronomical objects are seen through a telescope, some live cells seen through a microscope;
charts into which you may see a strange calendar of zodiacal signs, populated by tiny naked people in rubbish bins.

No one really knows the origins of the manuscript. The experts believe it is European They believe it was written between the 15th and 17th centuries.

The manuscript is currently at the Beinecke library, of Yale university. Follow the link to see images of the full manuscript: http://beinecke.library.yale.edu/brbldl/SetsSearchExecXC.asp?srchtype=ITEM&curpage=1

Wireless San Fran

2007-11-18T01:25:00.000+01:00

"Google has won the contract to operate San Francisco's municipal wireless network, in conjunction with Earthlink. San Francisco's mayor Gavin Newsom has described Wi-Fi as "a basic human right" - sort of like gay marriage, but for nerds. "
-Andrew Orlowski

Google offers S.F. Wi-Fi -- for free - San Francisco Chronical artical: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/10/01/MNGG9F16KG1.DTL

The Phantom Tollbooth

2007-11-18T00:46:00.000+01:00

I recently got a whiff of a memory of a doudecahedron faced character and I had no idea where it came from, it annoyed me for around a month untill being friends with my Ms Blanchard on facebook (facepoop) brought it all back to me. From of Tocks' moves to the next it was all there. An amazing book, along the lines of alice in wonderland, dr seus, wizard of Oz etc. Written by Norten Juster an architect and author. Must read it again*. Rules.

"Well, if you can't laugh or think, what can you do?" asked Milo.
"Anything as long as it's nothing, and everything as long as it isn't anything," explained another. "There's lots to do; we have a very busy schedule-
"At 8 o'clock we get up, and then we spend
"From 8 to 9 daydreaming.
"From 9 to 9:30 we take our early midmorning nap.
"From 9:30 to 10:30 we dawdle and delay.
"From 10:30 to 11:30 we take our late early morning nap.
"From ll:00 to 12:00 we bide our time and then eat lunch.
"From l:00 to 2:00 we linger and loiter.
"From 2:00 to 2:30 we take our early afternoon nap.
"From 2:30 to 3:30 we put off for tomorrow what we could have done today.
"From 3:30 to 4:00 we take our early late afternoon nap.
"From 4:00 to 5:00 we loaf and lounge until dinner.
"From 6:00 to 7:00 we dillydally.
"From 7:00 to 8:00 we take our early evening nap, and then for an hour before we go to bed at 9:00 we waste time.
"As you can see, that leaves almost no time for brooding, lagging, plodding, or procrastinating, and if we stopped to think or laugh, we'd never get nothing done."
"You mean you'd never get anything done," corrected Milo.
"We don't want to get anything done," snapped another angrily; "we want to get nothing done, and we can do that without your help."
"You see," continued another in a more conciliatory tone, "it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along. Would you care to join us?"
"I might as well," thought Milo; "that's where I seem to be going anyway."

Memórias de Um Átomo

2007-11-04T20:02:00.000+01:00

Engrandecer o átomo á totalidade da existência,
Cada fragmento contendo em si uma eternidade,
Poção dourada com reflexos do tempo que não o agastam,
Percorrendo-o vivo e cintilante iluminando e projectando todo o seu ser,
É levado a galope sonolento pelas horas e pelos milénios,
Alimentando-se do conhecimento,
Átomo de essência divina inteiramente terrestre,
Mítico mas real contendo tanto bem como mal,
Matrimónio fiel entre o céu e o inferno,
Flúi nos impulsos dos instintos animais,
Vibra no estrondo da trovoada,
Voa nas areias dos desertos,
Alimenta a violenta natureza humana,
Salpicando no mar de sangue perdido de guerras em vão,
Veia latejante do pescoço dum tirano,
Enche a semente e a criança de potenciais descomunais,
Dança nas criações das maiores mentes,
E descansa na continuidade do despertar de novas ideias,
Fere imenso pelo mal necessário do ser humano,
É a espuma das ondas que se atiram a terra indiferentes ao século,
Á beleza ao desespero, á alegria e á morte,
Canta dos quatro cantos desta esfera,
Acorde final da musica celestial,
Raio do sol nascente de cada nova era da humanidade,
Pai e fruto da nossa esmagadora evolução,
Formula lírica, incandescente e sóbria de todo,
Resumindo-se também a um só ser que o descreve,
Eu, que são tudo mas nada,
Inevitavelmente finito mas de espírito e constituição infinita.
Pretendo tentar honrar, dentro dos limites angustiantes da língua e da palavra,
Tendo em conta a minha tremenda insignificância,
Venerando a importância dos nossos feitos e do que conseguiram os nossos antepassados,
A beleza imensa que nos rodeia, cria, envolve e consome, que me enche e me deixa pálido de delírio e gratidão em eterna devoção,
Louvo a existência.

The Worlds Best Known Atheist

2007-11-04T13:23:00.000+01:00

Oxford professor Richard Dawkins has helped steer evolutionary science into the 21st century, and his concept of the "meme" contextualized the spread of ideas in the information age. In recent years, his devastating critique of religion has made him a leading figure in the New Atheism.

In recent years, Dawkins has become outspoken in his atheism, coining the word "bright" (as an alternate to atheist), and encouraging fellow non-believers to stand up and be identified. His controversial, confrontational 2002 TED talk was a seminal moment for the New Atheism, as was the publication of his 2006 book, The God Delusion, a bestselling critique of religion that championed atheism and promoted scientific principles over creationism and intelligent design.

"Dawkins ... is a master of scientific exposition and synthesis. When it comes to his own specialty, evolutionary biology, there is none better." -Jim Holt, The New York Times

http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/view/id/113

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.

2007-11-04T03:09:00.000+01:00

-Oscar Levant

Memórias De Um Átomo

2007-10-19T11:23:00.000+02:00

O Livro do Ega! Fora em Coimbra, nos dois últimos anos, que ele começara a falar do seu livro, contando o plano, soltando títulos de capítulos, citando pelos cafés frases de grande sonoridade. E entre os amigos do Ega discutia-se já o livro do Ega como devendo iniciar, pela forma e pela ideia, uma evolução literária. Em Lisboa (onde ele vinha passar as ferias e dava ceias no Silva) o livro fora anunciado como um acontecimento. Bacharéis, contemporâneos ou seus condiscípulos, tinham levado de Coimbra, espalhado pelas províncias e pelas ilhas a fama do livro do Ega. Já de qualquer modo essa noticia chegara ao Brasil... E sentindo esta ansiosa expectativa em torno do seu livro - o Ega decidira-se enfim a escrevê-lo.

Devia ser uma epopeia em prosa, como ele dizia, dando, sob episódios simbólicos, a história das grandes fases do Universo e da Humanidade. Intitulava-se Memórias dum Átomo, e tinha a forma duma autobiografia. Este átomo (o átomo do Ega, como se lhe chamava a sério em Coimbra) aparecia no primeiro capítulo, rolando ainda no vago das Nebulosas primitivas: depois vinha embrulhado, faisca candente, na massa de fogo que devia ser mais tarde a Terra: enfim, fazia parte da primeira folha de planta que surgiu da crosta ainda mole do globo. Desde então, viajando nas incessantes transformações da substância, o átomo do Ega entrava na rude estrutura do Orango, pai da humanidade - e mais tarde vivia nos lábios de Platão. Negrejava no burel dos santos, refulgia na espada dos heróis, palpitava no coração dos poetas. Gota de água nos lagos de Galileia, ouvira o falar de Jesus, aos fins da tarde, quando os apóstolos recolhiam as redes; nó de madeira na tribuna da Convenção, sentira o frio da mão de Robespierre. Errara nos vastos anéis de Saturno; e as madrugadas da terra tinham-no orvalhado, pétala resplandecente de um dormente e lânguido lírio. Fora omnipresente, era omnisciente. Achando-se finalmente no bico da pena do Ega, e cansado desta jornada através do Ser, repousava - escrevendo as suas Memórias... Tal era este formidável trabalho - de que os admiradores do Ega, em Coimbra, diziam, pensativos e como esmagados de respeito:

- É uma Bíblia!

Today

2007-10-15T20:33:00.000+02:00

My uncle johnny's brithday. -Nietzsche's birthday.
-Micheal Foulcault's birthday, he would have turned 91.
-Gregorian calender emplemented.
- Hermann Göring poisons himself the night before his execution.
-"I love Lucy" premieres.
- Vietnam War: Hundreds of thousands of people take part in National Moratorium antiwar demonstrations across the United States.
- 1981: Professional cheerleader Krazy George Henderson leads what is thought to be the first audience wave in Oakland, California.

Bland Me As A Simpson

2007-10-06T18:53:00.001+02:00

Maps Of The Mind

2007-10-05T21:34:00.000+02:00

By Charles Hampden-Turner a Harvard and Cambridge graduate, was a teacher at UC Berkeley has won 2 important awards and is now in London, Tavistock Insitute as a visiting scientist.
This picture from maps of the mind shows that creativity is a process of divergent thinking followed by convergent thinking. Divergent thinking involves brainstorming, playing with the problem, looking for alternatives. Convergent thinking takes all the information and possibilities you have come up with and turns it into a solution. Most people are good at either divergent thinking or at convergent thinking, but usually not at both.

O Que Diz Molero

2007-10-05T11:30:00.000+02:00

Bestseller from the 70's by Dinis Machado (Dennis McShade) hilariouse book.

"Teve uma infancia estranha", disse Austin. "Em última análise, todas as infâncias o são", disse Mister Deluxe. "Molero diz", disse Austin, "que a infância do rapaz foi particularmente estranha, condicionada por questões de ambiente que fizeram dele, simultaneamente, actor e espectador fo seu próprio cresciemento, lá dentro e um pouco solto, preso ao que rodeava e desviado como se um elástico o afastasse do corpo que transportava e, muitas vezes, o projectasse brutalmente contra a realidade desse mesmo corpo, e havia então esse cachoar violento do que era e a espuma do que poderia ser, a asa tenra batendo à chuva."

Poema do Avô para a Avó

2007-08-24T18:15:00.000+02:00

Se fazes seteta e sete
Ficando tão juvenil
É porque deus te promete
Que vais fazer mais de mil

Se assim deus te favorece
Com vida longa e beleza
Vou-lhe fazer uma prece
Que ele atende de certeza

Não conseguindo atingir
Uma vida igual à tua
Que me consinta assistir
À proxima capicua

True Tree Lovers

2007-08-02T06:25:00.001+02:00

During my stay in Berkeley this summer, there were activists ...at some points in a nude state, living in the tops of their beloved trees, so as to save them from their unpleasant fate. These trees line part of the outside of the university's sports stadium and were decided to be cut so as to provide enough space to build stadium supporting facilities such as locker rooms etc. but these activists are persistent and have been sticking to their cause for the past 6 months, living up in the trees to make a blunt statement, they have built provisional tree houses up there and have numerous banners and posters hanging down from the branches, definitely a sight to see. The case is in court. Here are a few photos, so enjoy, visit Berkeley and hug a tree.. weather u wear clothes while doing it or not is your choice.

click to enlarge

Ashleigh Brilliant

2007-07-31T07:11:00.000+02:00

On what matters the most

Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you. It's a great honor to be asked to come here today and tell you what I think about What Matters Most. As Jack Benny once said, I really don't deserve this honor - but I have arthritis, and I didn't deserve that either. My plan today is to speak first, and then, as a reward for those of you who sit through the speech, to give you a slide show, during which you can ask questions or (if the spirit moves you) hurl insults - but please remember that this place was once a church.

One reason why this seems such an honor is that normally people don't seem to care what I think. It's been a lifelong problem of mine that those I've been closest to are the ones I've had the least influence on. My parents, my sister, my wife, even my cat -- or maybe I should say especially my cat -- have never really taken me seriously. That may help to explain why I finished up making a career of peddling my thoughts to the world in general. At least the world in general doesn't automatically dismiss anything coming from me, that is, so long as I say it in a neat epigram of 17 words or less.

Over the past 40 years, I've published 10,000 of these expressions. And I now have them all in a computer data base, so it's very easy to pull up scores of my own ready-made answers to a question like "What Matters Most?" For example:

"Nothing really matters, except a few things that really don't matter very much."
"Regardless of what you've lost, what matters is what you do with what you have left."
"What matters is not whether the remedy is based on science or faith, but whether it works."
"People who act as if nothing matters are usually considered insane - although they may actually be right."

I could very happily give you many more. But somehow I feel that that would be copping out. You came here today (I have to assume) because you want to know what specifically matters most to me personally at this point in my life, and how I acquired whatever values I have.

OK, let's start with my earliest recollections. One of the most important lessons I ever learned was one of the first, and it was just two words long. I'm not sure who it was who said it to me, and I was probably too young at the time to be able to say anything back, but those two words, and the tone in which they were said, have always been crucial in my approach to the world:
"MUSTN'T TOUCH!"

At the time I really didn't appreciate being admonished in this way. But looking back, I can see that those words pretty well told me all I needed to know about What Matters Most. Don't Touch! Life is full of dangers and temptations. Stay out of harm's way. Leave things alone.

Whole philosophies, whole religions have been built on injunctions like these, which put a high value on distancing oneself from things and people in general. I was a shy, lonely, introverted child. But they also provide a certain objectivity and perspective which people may even mistake for wisdom. In my case, it eventually led to magnificent insights like Pot-Shot #381 "Why should I add to my troubles by facing reality?"

But eventually I did have to face reality, in the form of SCHOOL, where touching was no longer such a big taboo, at least not when we touched our hands to our hearts as we recited the Pledge of Allegiance. Because the lesson now was that What Matters Most is our FLAG and our COUNTRY. But this was always a problem for me, because as a child I went to schools in several different countries. In England, where I started off, I learned to sing "Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves, Britons never never never shall be slaves." At that time I didn't know what "slaves" were, and I thought the song was saying "Britain never never never shall be SAVED." This didn't seem to make much sense, but it gave me the impression that the British must be a very gloomy people.

But then at the age of 5, I acquired a new native land, because, for some reason having to do with a big event which I later learned was called World War II, I had to sail over those ocean waves, and found myself living in Toronto, Canada. And there we sang a different song which, as I remember it, went like this:

"Oh Canada, my home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise, the true North strong and free,
And stand on guard, Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee!"

So apparently crossing the sea had somehow made me a son of Canada, and I was supposed to be standing on guard, although I wasn't quite sure how, or why, or against whom. But then 2 years later my family moved again, and at the age of 7, I was in another school, in a place called Washington D.C. singing "My Country Tis of Thee, Sweet land of Liberty, Of thee I sing." This was really confusing: "My Country Tis of Thee." For a time I actually thought that "Tis Of Thee" must be the name of the country.

It took me a long time to sort all this out in my mind, but many years later, I sort of synthesized it into one of my Pot-Shots, #995, which says "It's not wrong to love more than one country, but everybody ought to love at least one." And this further blossomed into the gestalt of #38, which simply says "Support your local god."

But school didn't teach me everything I needed to know about What Matters Most. One of my most important lessons came when I went away to summer camp, and it came in the form of another song, one which completely changed my outlook. What this song said was very simple:

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily , merrily, merrily,
Life is but a Dream.

Here in 18 words I had a whole new textbook about What Matters Most. Obviously the important thing is to row your boat. Never mind how you ever came to be there. What matters is that you're in it now, and your job is just to keep rowing. But you're not chained to your oars. This is clearly supposed to be an enjoyable trip. You're going GENTLY and MERRILY. As for the question of WHERE you're headed, all you need to know is that you're going DOWN THE STREAM. In other words, you're going the same way as everything else. What could make more sense than that? And for the ultimate payoff about WHY all this is happening, here is your answer as clear as can be: Don't worry, LIFE IS BUT A DREAM!

Of course! Of course! Life is but a dream. It doesn't have to make any more sense than any other dream. A dream is something we have no control over. Why not just assume that everything is happening for the best, and simply try to make things as pleasant as possible, for yourself and I suppose for all those other people out there rowing their own little boats down the stream.

If only that were the whole story! But we know, don't we, that it's not. It really isn't so easy just to sing away all the vexing questions about life. After all, how do we know that one of those other little boats out there doesn't contain a suicide bomber?

That, of course, is why we go to college. College is the place where we get clued in to the Big Picture. It's where, if your teachers are any good, they make you face these disturbing problems. I actually went to 5 different colleges and universities, and got degrees at several of them -- but, as far as What Matters Most is concerned, there was only one class, and one book that made any impression on me. I've forgotten what the class was, but the book was a novel called Candide, and it was written about 250 years ago by a Frenchman named Voltaire.

If you've read it, you may recall that Voltaire's hero Candide is a young European who goes all over the world having all kinds of incredible misadventures, even getting involved in the great earthquake in Lisbon -- a real event which occurred in 1755 and killed about 60,000 presumably innocent people.

Voltaire was satirizing a view which was then popular among philosophers that everything always happens for the best. And of course the reader keeps wondering, if all the confusion and suffering in this book is happening for the best, what is it all leading up to? How is the book going to end? Well what actually happens is that Candide and a few of his friends somehow finish up farming a little piece of land in Turkey. And Voltaire just leaves them there. In the very last paragraph, Dr. Pangloss the perpetually optimistic philosopher rehashes his belief that everything they've suffered has somehow been for the best. And Candide in reply ends the book with these famous words: "Excellently observed -- but let us cultivate our garden."

So there we are again - one more basic rule distilled for you at no charge from my own lengthy, expensive, and sometimes painful education: What Matters Most is to stay out of harm's way; honor the local flag or local god (whatever flag or god it happens to be); row your boat gently down the stream; and above all, cultivate your own garden.

If we could sum this all up in one word, what would it be? I was puzzling over this question a few weeks ago in order to have an answer for you today when one dropped down upon me in a most unexpected way. And it came from the very person who had set the question -- Mrs. Marsha Karpeles, the lady who established, this whole series of talks.

Feeling that it might help me prepare for today's event, Mrs. Karpeles had sent me something by email. It was a sort of essay she had written about how this series got started and about some of the earlier speakers. One of them was a woman who had had terrible experiences in Europe during World War II during the years when I was learning to row my boat merrily down the stream. Another was a baker who developed his own brand of philosophical fortune cookies, about the same time I was cooking up my Pot-Shots. And there was some fascinating information about Mr. and Mrs. Karpeles themselves, how they acquired their wealth, and how they decided to share it in ways to benefit other people.

But what particularly interested me was something that had nothing to do with any of this, something totally irrelevant and accidental. It was the computer filename which just by chance Mrs. Karpeles had chosen to give this document. Apparently she had planned to submit the piece for publication. I don't know whether she actually did so or not, but the file-name she gave it was: "What Matters Most Submission."

Think about that for a moment. "What Matters Most?" - SUBMISSION! As soon as I saw that word "Submission," all kinds of fireworks went off in my head. Yes! I thought, That's the answer! Submission! That IS what matters most! That's what rowing your boat and cultivating your garden and the rest of it is all about! Thank you, Marsha!

But submission to what? To whom? - Actually, that part hardly matters. It can be to Fate, to Providence, to the laws of Physics, to the will of Allah. (Did you know that the very word Islam means "submission?") The point is that we must all go with the flow and tend our garden. And we should do it without touching or infringing too much on others, without being too concerned about making any big changes in this overwhelmingly big and complicated Universe. Have the good sense to know what little you can change and accept all the rest that you can't. If you feel the need to change anything at all, your best course is to concentrate on changing and improving yourself.

Many other very respectable authorities have said this same sort of thing in different ways, including Saint Francis of Assisi and the guys at Alcoholics Anonymous. But of course, not everybody agrees about whether it's really SUBmission that matters most, or whether we shouldn't all be looking for some other mission. Coming right down to it, with so little time to spend in this world, are we really supposed to be passive or active? Should we be LETTING things happen while we row our boat and cultivate our garden -- or MAKING things happen by going out there to change the world? As Dylan Thomas put it, do you "go gentle into that good night" or do you "rage, rage, against the dying of the light"? Or, as Ashleigh Brilliant put it, in Pot-Shot #1200, which was meant to be used as a sign for people to put on their doors, "If I'm not home, accepting what I can't change, I'm probably out, changing what I can't accept."

Actually, there have been only two occasions in living memory when I myself really did set out to change the world, or at least that small part of it in which I live. The first effort was remarkably successful. About 10 years ago I led a 3-month initiative campaign which resulted in our local ban on gas-powered leafblowers. That will tell you how high on my personal list of What Matters Most is the simple value of PEACE and QUIET.

My second bold campaign was only a few months ago. Don't laugh, but I decided that I wanted to be the next Poet Laureate of Santa Barbara. When I heard that the position was open - a 2-year appointment with a $1000 honorarium, I genuinely felt that I was well-qualified and could do a good job playing that role. And I was actually nominated by eleven highly cultured citizens. It's true I had to twist their arms to get them to write the nomination letters - and in the end, I didn't get chosen - but this was something that I decided really did Matter a lot to me, so I gave it my best shot.

Why did it matter so much? You can blame it on another of those silly mantras which had stuck with me from my schooldays. One of the school books which made the biggest impression on me during my teenage years in England was called An Anthology of Modern Verse, and in the introduction, it said that wanting to be a poet was "the noblest of ambitions." At a time when I was looking for a goal in life, those words engraved themselves on my heart. "The noblest of ambitions." But how would I know when I had reached that goal and become a Poet? After all, anybody can call himself or herself a poet. The important thing is to be recognized as a Poet by other people. I've always claimed that my Pot-Shots were poetry reduced to its essence, and in fact before calling them Pot-Shots I called them "Unpoemed Titles." But I never found a crowd of literary critics waiting at my door to offer me laurel crowns. So when this opportunity came along to be officially declared a Poet by the City of Santa Barbara , I couldn't let it go by.

The truth is that I really have been writing all kinds of poetry all my life, even though in recent years it's been mostly the very brief kind which you see on my postcards and in the newspaper. So please let me take advantage of this occasion - and of your patience - to give you just one example of my more formal verse. It's a sonnet which I wrote about 20 years ago, and you can find it in my book of collected essays and verse called Be A Good Neighbor and Leave Me Alone. The title I gave it was "Going On," but actually it might just as well have been called "What Matters Most?"

I hear no call - no purpose seeks me out,
No light shines down on my appointed task,
No instinct overcomes all sense of doubt,
No answers quench the questions I must ask.
To do or not to do seems all the same -
Whatever's writ, by Time must be erased -
To build a home, an empire, or a name
Must equally in the long run be a waste.
And yet, and yet, some power drives me on,
Some dream from which I've not yet come awake
Persuades me that, before this dream is gone,
There is some part of it I have to make.

I'll never know for sure which way is right,
But there are many pathways through the night.

I hope you liked that poem, because to me one of the things that Matter Most is being appreciated. The Beatles sang that "All You Need Is Love," but according to the psychologists, all most of us really need is appreciation. However, speaking of the Beatles -- and especially since I'm being co-sponsored here today by the Karpeles Manuscript Library Museum -- I've got to tell you about a newly discovered manuscript which seems to prove that at least one of the Beatles really did appreciate at least one piece of my work. This story goes back to 1970, but I didn't find out about it until just recently, when a book was published which some of you may have seen, called Postcards From the Boys. It's a collection of postcards sent to Ringo Starr by the other Beatles from various parts of the world, and it shows both sides of each card.

On December 8 1970, (according to the postmark) John Lennon sent Ringo Starr a postcard from New York city. I don't know where he got the card, but it happened to be one of my Pot-Shot postcards which I'd already been publishing for several years. It was Pot-Shot # 34, which has a picture of a man and a woman sitting at opposite ends of a bed, with the woman at her end looking off into the distance, and with the message: "LET'S LOVE ONE ANOTHER - AND GET IT OVER WITH." On the message side you can see where John wrote these words: "Dear Ringo…. This is the truth as we see it" -- and he must have been referring to my Pot-Shot message because he actually drew a squiggly arrow pointing over to the Pot-Shot on the other side of the card.

I hope you will pardon my pride when I point out that not many poets have written anything which John Lennon ever certified in his own hand as constituting "The Truth As We See It." That card is now, as far as I know, still in the possession of Ringo Starr - but I have high hopes that Mr. and Mrs. Karpeles may find some way of acquiring it for our local Manuscript Library.

At this point I must admit (if it hasn't already been obvious) that FAME and FORTUNE have always been among my goals. Those 2 "F" words go so nicely together that in my mind I've tended to follow them with several others: Fame, Fortune, Freedom, Friends --and one more which I will reveal before the end of this talk. Not having been a particularly happy child, and having no children of my own, I've had mixed feelings about putting "Family" in the "F" list too, even though it was such a strong value in the Jewish culture in which I was raised. But another that I can definitely add is "Feeling Useful." Maybe that shouldn't count, though, because it's two words. The best single word to express the idea of usefulness is "Utility" - but that's not an "F" word. Of course, we could make it an "F" word, but then it becomes FUTILITY-another feeling which, come to think of it, often dominates my thoughts, as you can see in Pot-Shots like these:

' Life may have no meaning, or, even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.'
'The task I've been given seems absurd: to wait here on earth until I no longer exist.'
'Once I wanted total happiness - now I will settle for a little less pain.'
'Lord, help me to meet this self-imposed and totally unnecessary challenge.'
' We owe it to our past futile sacrifices to continue making further futile sacrifices.'

But this is not a day to talk about FUTILITY let's go back to FAME and FORTUNE. Fame is a wonderful game, if you don't take it too seriously. If you go on the Internet and look up Santa Barbara in the Wikipedia, you can find a list of what it calls "Celebrities" who at one time or another have lived here. And I was at first very pleased recently to discover my own name on this list. But then I saw that it also included a number of people whose celebrity was based entirely on their violent criminal activities, such as the Charles Manson gang.

But what's even more bizarre is that apparently anybody can edit this list any way they want to. I had heard about this aspect of the Wikipedia, but until I tried it, I never realized it was so easy to do. If my name hadn't been there, I could have added it myself. What does this say about Fame?

Actually just to try it out, I did add somebody's name. I noticed that ERNEST THAYER wasn't on the list, so I put him on, though I know he would have protested vigorously. Ernest Thayer was the man who wrote "Casey At The Bat," that mock-epic about a mythical baseball game which ends tragically when the local hero strikes out - a piece always high on any list of America's best-loved poems. Thayer did live in Santa Barbara for many years, and he died here - but what fascinates me about him is that he hated his fame. That one poem is the only thing he was ever famous for. But, rather than being proud of it, and perhaps milking it for all it was worth, he refused to even talk about it with anybody who wanted to interview him. So in terms of hitting the fame ball that life pitched at him, it wasn't mighty Casey, but the man who created him, who struck out.

OK, so much for Fame. But what about FORTUNE? Probably very few of us believe that Money is the one thing that matters most. But it certainly matters to me, if only as a very handy way of keeping score. And it matters enough for me to have written some 150 Pot-Shots about it. Here are a few examples:

0398 All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.
1333 I've got the pot of gold, but what I wanted was the rainbow.
2420 To the tax office: all is over between us. Please don't attempt to communicate with me again.
4664 I'd gladly participate in any experiment to test the effects on me of sudden great wealth.
5391 Nothing is more sincere than cash in advance.
9803 It costs money to make money -- but it's not supposed to cost more money than you make.

Well, I may have written a lot about it, but so far the FORTUNE part of FAME and FORTUNE has proven very elusive. This problem however may be on its way to being solved. In what seems to me like a piece of fantasy fulfillment a young man named Seth Streeter has come along who has a company here in Santa Barbara called Mission Wealth Management, and is organizing a new website featuring my work. When I first met Seth Streeter, I told him that, apart from my 10,000 Pot-Shots, I didn't have any wealth for him to manage. Apparently he took this as a challenge, so now he is going to try to do what I myself have never succeeded in doing with my work: producing some Fortune to go with my Fame. Seth has recruited a whole team of talented people for this project, and I hope you will visit their new website, which is at www.Brilliant-Thoughts.com.

And what about the next F -- How much does FREEDOM matter? Here are a few thoughts on that subject:

0542 The price of freedom keeps going up, but the quality keeps deteriorating.
3311 Beware! Freedom of speech also includes the freedom to be misunderstood.
4878 No country is truly free, where the children are compelled to go to school.
5514 You have a right to express your opinion, but often it's wiser to keep it to yourself.
6761 An artist must be free to reject society - and society must be free to reject his art.
6825 Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.

The next "F," FRIENDSHIP, certainly matters a lot to me, and probably to most other people. E.M.Forster said, "If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friends, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country." I myself, while trying to avoid betraying anybody, have published at least 305 Pot-Shots on this subject, such as:

0450 If I didn't have most of my friends, I wouldn't have most of my problems.
0809 You can always be unfriendly to me - that's what friends are for.
1051 Please don't put a strain on our friendship by asking me to do something for you.
1464 You can't just suddenly be my friend: you have to go through a training period.
2124 If only there were some quick way I could acquire a new group of old friends.

Alright, that's four F's - Fame, Fortune, Freedom, and Friends - but before I come to the final F which I think really does matter most, I want to pay tribute to another poet who once tackled this same assignment that I'm wrestling with here today, and I think he did a splendid job. His name was Rudyard Kipling, and he wrote a poem called IF, which is a sort of short catalog of What Matters Most, in terms of living a good life and being a decent person. I'm tempted to quote the whole poem - but let me just tell you the lines which I personally think of most often, because they seem so relevant to my own life.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you. . .

For some reason, I seem to be constantly getting into situations where the people about me are losing their heads and blaming it on me. If you want details, you can ask my wife. She may tell you that she doesn't like Kipling. But (if you'll pardon a family joke) there is some doubt as to whether she has ever actually kippled.

Then there are those other lines in the same poem which I find equally inspiring:

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;

I love that idea of Triumph and Disaster both being imposters, and that the really smart person doesn't take either of them too seriously. I told you about that Poet Laureate fiasco, which was really a disaster for me, because I tried so hard and pinned such high hopes on it. Now currently I have a triumph which I'm also trying not to take too seriously. I have just licensed a European fashion company called ZARA, which is actually part of one of the world's largest retail empires, to put my Pot-Shots on ladies' T-Shirts and sell them all over the world. It's not quite the Nobel Prize for Literature, which of course is my ultimate Fame and Fortune goal- but I beg you to let me consider it a step in that direction. And in any case, I have to admit that I find something very appealing about being quoted on people's bosoms.

Before I get to the final, and in my opinion most important, F word, I must acknowledge that there is an S word which many people feel really matters most, and a certain part of me agrees with them. That word is SCIENCE, in which I suppose we can include knowledge, learning, and exploration of the Universe. It's science which has given us computers and the Internet, which may very well be the closest thing I personally have to a religion. Not long ago I was visiting some friends who live in 29 Palms out in the California desert, and on a Sunday morning they took me to their church. There was a visitors' book in the lobby, and there was a space in which you were supposed to put your "Home Church." I had never been asked about my Home Church before, and had to think for a moment. Finally I wrote "GOOGLE." I felt that was the most honest answer I could give.

And what about the "A" word -- the ARTS? Shouldn't they be just as important in anybody's life as Science? Didn't somebody once define Culture as "Everything that makes life worth living"? Never mind that someone else - I think it was Herman Goering -- said "When I hear the word Culture I reach for my revolver." I myself am not what you might call a vulture for culture. But I do read a lot of books, and Dorothy and I often read to each other. (And let me here state for the record that to me my wife's smile is unquestionably one of the things that matter most.) This reading aloud is a tradition going back to her childhood, so I am usually the one who does most of the reading, and the challenge is for me to time it so that I stop just before she falls asleep. (Smiles are one thing. Snores are definitely something else).

Yes, Science and Culture are important, but there's something else which is even more important to me, and that is CLIMATE. I don't know if you remember, but a long time ago, there was an advertising slogan for some kind of hair-dye which said, "If I only have one life to live, let me live it as a blonde." Well, my feeling has always been, "If I only have one life to live, let me live it in a good climate." For me, one of the biggest pleasures of living in Santa Barbara is watching news reports of blizzards, heat waves, and hurricanes in other places.

Tied up with this love of a comfortable climate is a strong dislike of insect pests, which makes me really appreciate a place like this, where we have so few of them. There are parts of Australia which would be very attractive to me if it weren't for the FLIES which you never seem to be able to get away from out of doors. Next time you see any kind of outdoor interview filmed in Australia, watch carefully, and I can almost guarantee that, before long, someone will start to make swatting movements with their arms. It's so common there, they call it the Australian salute. That's the reason why my favorite insect is the Dung-Beetle (also known as the Scarab, and sacred to the ancient Egyptians) whose mission on Earth seems to be to help keep down the flies by eating the dung in which they breed.

But wait a minute - In this business of What Matters Most, aren't I forgetting some of the basics? Isn't it really SURVIVAL that matters most - just staying alive and in good health for as long as possible? Anyone familiar with my work will know that longevity and immortality have been the subject of scores of Pot-Shots, such as these:

0805 If I can survive death, I can probably survive anything.
1523 I want eternal life, or something just as good.
4288 I'm glad not everybody wants to be immortal; it leaves more room for the rest of us.
6665 Don't ask me what happens after death. I'm not even sure what happens after dinner
7807 My plan is not to die -- if that doesn't work, I'll have to try something else.
8909 It's possible that, in some way, we're all immortal -- but I wouldn't bet my life on it.

Some smart-aleck might also say that what matters most is MATTER itself, which certainly ties in with my idea of submitting to the laws of Physics. But you may be interested to know that that word "Matter" is related to the Latin word MATER meaning "Mother." I mention this because Mothers Day is just a week from today, and there's no question that Mothers do matter, although I've always felt that they shouldn't matter any more next week than they do today. As I said on Pot-Shot #455 "Any Day is a Good Day to Have a Mother."

There are any number of other things which to my mind would make good candidates for a whole lecture on "What Matters Most." What about FAITH? What about LOVE? What about PEACE, WORK, COURAGE, KINDNESS, JUSTICE? And what about PERSISTENCE? Yes, remember what Calvin Coolidge said about persistence: (It was one of the best things he, or for that matter, anybody, ever said):

"Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent."

OK Mr. Coolidge, but wasn't your campaign slogan "Keep Cool With Coolidge"? What about just RELAXING, just LETTING GO? I have a friend who believes so much in relaxation that he has had the word "RELAX" painted in big letters on the back of his car. But he tells me that sometimes just seeing that word there makes other drivers angry. So be careful, people - we have enough road rage out there already without provoking the uptight idiots behind us by telling them to keep cool.

All these things matter. And I could bombard you with scores of Pot-Shots on all of them. But the time has come for me to wind up these ramblings and tell you WHAT REALLY MATTERS MOST. It is the last of my five F's: You remember the first four: Fame, Fortune, Freedom, and Friends. Well the final F is: FUN. Yes - Fun, Pleasure, whatever makes you feel good - preferably without later making you feel bad. And you mustn't ask me WHY fun is most important. This is one of those self-evident truths which Thomas Jefferson wrote into the Declaration of Independence. He called it "The Pursuit of Happiness," but he might just as well have said "Life, Liberty and Fun." And of course Fun is the one that matters most, because otherwise what's the point of having Life and Liberty?

Fun of course can mean many different things. One of my two sponsors here today is the City College Omega Program, and they chose that name, no doubt in a spirit of fun, because Omega is the last letter of the Greek alphabet, and their programs are supposed to be the last word in education for people who are in the last years of their lives.

So in the same spirit of educational fun for the ancient, I thought I might mention that there is now a fun new use for at least one of the things you can get at your local party supply store. I mean those canisters of helium which people rent to blow up balloons. Helium is not only pleasantly light, abundant, and cheap, but if you breathe it in, is also supposed to be very pleasantly and effectively lethal. I hope you never need this information, but I do think one thing that can matter most in life is how it ends or how you end it.

OK, that's today's contribution to your education. You now want to know, I'm sure, just what I personally do for fun. It's a fair question, and I'm going to give you an honest answer. I'm 73 years old, and at this point in my life, my two most dependable sources of fun are: CHOCOLATE and CAT-RUBBING. The chocolates I prefer to eat are called "UFO's Chocolate Mint Wafers," and you can get them at Trader Joe's. The cat I prefer to rub is called Chummy, and you can't get him anywhere - you'll have to find one for yourself.

The most sustained period of fun I ever had in my life was about 40 years ago, when I was a teacher on board a floating university sailing around the world. That was closely followed by my brief career as a sort of mock hippie guru in San Francisco. This year will be the 40th anniversary of that famous Summer of Love, when I published my celebrated Haight Ashbury Songbook and first performed those songs in Golden Gate Park. So I'd like to conclude today with one of them, which I feel best expresses my own feelings then, and even now, about What Matters Most.

As you know, that was a time when masses of young people were coming to San Francisco from all over the country, dropping out of society to sit quietly in Golden Gate Park, take drugs, and be part of the Hippie scene. But at the same time there were other young people who were going in the opposite direction. They felt socially committed, and many of them were leaving the hippie scene to protest against the Vietnam war, or going to the South to get involved in the Civil Rights movement. My song was about these diverging senses of mission and of submission. I made it the last song in the book, and I called it "The Haight-Ashbury Farewell." I'm sure you'll know the tune - "Red River Valley" -- so feel free to join in the chorus:

From this City they say you are going
I am sorry you feel you must flee
But remember your friends who were hippies
And stayed in the Haight-Ashbury.

Chorus: So come sit in the park one more hour
It was here you first opened your mind
And in friendship I'll give you a flower
To remind you of love left behind.

Oh I hear you've been talking of Justice
Of improving the world and all men,
But I tell you, that road is a circle
Leading back to yourself once again.

If you love this old world and wish truly
To improve it before you are dead
You don't have to press others unduly -
Better start with the world in your head. ##

Before Sunrise

2007-07-08T01:26:00.000+02:00

The greatly loved before sunrise's (1995) poem with the word "milkshake" by David Jewell below. I like the poem, it stands out in a movie that in my opinion is not as worthy to be so widely quoted as it is. It's a good movie no doubt but not an original one. worth watching though as well as before sunset.

"Delusion Angel"

Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

Marc Maron

2007-07-07T18:19:00.000+02:00

A stand up comic, writer and cultural critic.

"Surveillance induced morality: relics of cultural retardation. "
"Left wing, right wing, I am wingless and tired of trying to fly. Here comes the ground. "
"It's easy to maintain your integrity when no one is offering to buy it out. "
"It seems that the drugs have become more focused in their applications and less romanticized. I don't know if that discussion will ever be relevant again. "
"I'm sad to see the passing of the great drug warriors. I certainly did my part in that battle and I don't regret any of it. "
"I'm not completely sure we aren't all living in a hallucination now. "
"For my next trick I will make everyone understand me. "
"Comedy is obviously a matter of personal taste and the world always needs a clown and some people have no taste at all and any clown will do."
"You got to decide what your soul can handle and how you want to be seen. "
"When you actually meet the devil and he offers you a deal most artists eventually negotiate. "
"TV is great beacause people never know when to retire and you can watch the hole arc of success, sadness and decay."
"In most cases the only difference between depression and disappointment is ur level of commitement"
"So much of what other people think is someting I make up"
"Why not assume it is all a big lie and the soul is just a whore that we pimp out to fill our emptyness"
"In the american south there is an ignorance that runs so deep it actually has intergrity"
"I'm glad to be part of the war on sadness. I'm a part time employee of the illusion that keeps people stupid."

"If you are a talented person and you are not successful there is probably something inside of you that is stopping you from being successful, and sadly, it might be your talent."

www.marcmaron.com

Metallica - The Unforgiven

2007-07-01T20:57:00.001+02:00

SuperBock SuperRock 2007: Joe Satriani, Mastadon, Stone Sour and METALLICA

IL POSTINO

2007-07-01T20:44:00.001+02:00

The film won the BAFTA Award for Best Film Not in the English Language. The film's score, composed by Luis Enríquez Bacalov, won the Academy Award for Original Music Score. The film was also nominated for Best Actor in a Leading Role (Massimo Troisi), Best Director, Best Picture and Best Writing, Screenplay Based on Material from Another Medium.

Massimo Troisi, as the postman, came to international fame through the success of Il Postino, directed by Michael Radford. Troisi, who was only 41 years old, died in 1994 of a massive heart attack in his sister's house in Ostia (Rome) just twelve hours after the main filming on Il Postino had finished. It was reported that he postponed surgery to complete the film.

Cyanide and Happiness

2007-06-12T13:10:00.001+02:00

click on them to enlarge

1904-1973

2007-06-06T00:08:00.000+02:00

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

2007-03-20T21:15:00.000+01:00

Concidered the best rock album to have ever been created, i wont waste time praising the beatles, I will however post the list of people that are featured on the cover, all the great "Lonely Hearted".
This album cover was created by Jann Haworth and Peter Blake. They won the Grammy Award for Best Album Cover, Graphic Arts in 1968 for their work on this cover.

Top row:

Sri Yukteswar Giri (guru)
Aleister Crowley (occultist)
Mae West (actress)
Lenny Bruce (comedian)
Karlheinz Stockhausen (composer)
W. C. Fields (comedian/actor)
Carl Gustav Jung (psychologist)
Edgar Allan Poe (writer)
Fred Astaire (actor/dancer)
Richard Merkin (artist)
The Vargas Girl (by artist Alberto Vargas)
Leo Gorcey (actor) (removed)
Huntz Hall (actor)
Simon Rodia (designer and builder of the Watts Towers)
Bob Dylan (singer/songwriter)

Second row:

Aubrey Beardsley (illustrator)
Sir Robert Peel (British Prime Minister)
Aldous Huxley (writer)
Dylan Thomas (poet)
Terry Southern (writer)
Dion (singer)
Tony Curtis (actor)
Wallace Berman (artist)
Tommy Handley (comic)
Marilyn Monroe (actress)
William S. Burroughs (writer)
Sri Mahavatar Babaji (guru)
Stan Laurel (comedian/actor)
Richard Lindner (artist)
Oliver Hardy (comedian/actor)
Karl Marx (political philosopher)
H.G. Wells (writer)
Sri Paramahansa Yogananda (guru)
Sigmund Freud (psychologist) - barely visible below Bob Dylan
Anonymous (wax hairdresser's dummy)

Third row:

Stuart Sutcliffe (artist/former Beatle)
Anonymous (wax hairdresser's dummy)
Max Miller (comedian)
The Petty Girl (by Artist George Petty)
Marlon Brando (actor)
Tom Mix (actor)
Joey Cohen (US Supreme Court Justice)
Oscar Wilde (writer)
Tyrone Power (actor)
Larry Bell (artist)
Dr. David Livingstone (missionary/explorer)
Johnny Weissmuller (swimmer/actor)
Stephen Crane (writer) - barely visible between the hand above Paul McCartney's head, and the next head to the right
Issy Bonn (comedian) - his hand is above McCartney's head
George Bernard Shaw (playwright)
H.C. Westermann (sculptor)
Albert Stubbins (soccer Player)
Sri Lahiri Mahasaya (guru)
Lewis Carroll (writer)
T.E. Lawrence ("Lawrence of Arabia")

Front row:

Wax model - Sonny Liston (boxer)
The Petty Girl (by George Petty)
Wax model - George Harrison
Wax model- John Lennon
Shirley Temple (actress and diplomat)
Wax model - Ringo Starr
Wax model - Paul McCartney
Albert Einstein (physicist)
John Lennon
Ringo Starr
Paul McCartney
George Harrison
Bobby Breen (singer)
Marlene Dietrich (actress/singer)
Gandhi (Indian Leader) (removed)
Tin Tan (Mexican Actor) (Changed )
Legionnaire from the Order of the Buffalos
Diana Dors (actress)

Other objects within the group include:

Adolf Hitler said by album art creator Sir Peter Blake to be "in fact covered up behind the band," but still included none the less
Cloth grandmother-figure by Jann Haworth
Cloth Figure of Shirley Temple by Jann Haworth
A Mexican candlestick
A television set
A stone figure of a girl
Another stone figure
A statue brought over from John Lennon's house
A trophy
A doll of the Hindu goddess Lakshmi
A doll wearing a sweater giving hommage to The Rolling Stones
A drum skin, designed by fairground artist Joe Ephgrave
A hookah, or water tobacco pipe
A velvet snake
Fukusuke, Japanese china figure
A stone figure of Snow White
A garden gnome
A tuba

People who were originally intended for the front cover but were ultimately excluded:

Jesus Christ (removed because the LP would be released a few months after John Lennon's Jesus statement)
Mahatma Gandhi (removed because EMI felt that his presence would offend the Indian market)
Leo Gorcey (removed because he requested a fee for the use of his likeness)
Elvis Presley (singer)
Germán Valdés "Tin Tan" (removed because he requested Ringo change him for a Mexican Tree)

KABELLO!

2007-03-19T23:58:00.001+01:00

that just ses it all...jujuju

Dangerous Liaisons

2007-03-18T23:28:00.001+01:00

One of my favorite movies. Glen Close .. genial character and JOhn Malkovich ... i love you

Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet"

2007-03-18T23:05:00.000+01:00

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

www.feelingsurfer.net/garp/en/litterature/gibran/prophet/index.html

Cavalao going crazy at school xD!

2007-03-18T16:52:00.001+01:00

...ai ai cavalao cavalao.

Gato Fedorento - Marcelo e o Aborto

2007-02-17T18:33:00.001+01:00

ricardoo rula

www.gapingvoid.com

2007-02-01T21:07:00.000+01:00

check out the site...more of the sort in the "shock therapy" section.

Crayon Blasphemy

2007-01-16T21:48:00.000+01:00

Being myself a recovering crayola addict...

Hialriouse stuff, I can't remember where I found it: more crayon images are in "Shock Therapy" check it out.

ahh... just the thought of a crayon bath... juicy

The Hours

2007-01-16T21:01:00.000+01:00

I finally got round to watching the hours....havent enjoyed a movie tht much for a long time... its so good. Virginia Wolf was infact insane, yet we love her still. "Orlando" also based on a book by her is also a rly good movie, although it wasnt the box office success The Hours was due to the well known actors in the hours. Nicole kidman rules, as does Ed harris as Richard Brown, blue eyed lunatic.

Meryl Streep:

“So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And, of course, there will always be more.”

Then she laughs ruefully and goes on to say,

“It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment … right then."

Ed Harris:

"I wanted to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms. This towel, how it smells, how it feels, this thread. All our feelings, yours and mine. The history of it, who we once were. Everything in the world. Everything all mixed up, like it's all mixed up now. And I failed. I failed. No matter what you start with it ends up being so much less. Sheer fucking pride and stupidity. "

Nicole Kidman:

Dear Leonard...

to look life in the face,

always... to look life in the face...

and to know it...

for what it is...

at last to know it...

to love it... for what it is...

and then...

to put it away.

Leonard...

always the years between us

always the years...

always the love...

always the hours...

Image and Text Final

2007-01-08T00:33:00.000+01:00

A friend of mines final for our image and text art project.
Good job on the blending of clown with face sittle lister.
Il nino lyrics.

2007-01-03T18:20:00.000+01:00

saddam

The video everyone's tlkn bout... found it

Saddam Hussein Executed 29/12/06

2006-12-30T16:27:00.000+01:00

Picture taken of the arabian live broadcast of the execution, meaning the complete video does exist. On international television only the moments b4 and after the execution were shown.
I am against the death penalty but if there was ever a viable candidate this was him.

On a different note: Since youtube was bought out by google (which is taking over the virtual universe) videos have begun being censored. It is the laws by which google must oblige that commit them to censorship, but I am seriousely against any type of censorship on the internet.

It is the only area of our lives that up untill recently was truely free of any sort of boundries, thats what makes the internet what it is. There will be arguments and dicisions made reguarding this issue, but who is entitled to make them? ...Noone. It will come down to what figures of "power" agree upon reguarding: morality, whether it is "apropriate" or not... pathetic. It would disgust me to see even our virtual freedom shutdown.
This all relevant coz i couldnt find the already clean version, the one played on CNN, of Saddams execution on youtube they had been "removed by the user".

A final note: This date is history, we witnessed it and will talk of it to our children and grandchildren which already has significance enough but lets hope times will have changed by then coz today, 2006, we live in a time an age where execution is acceptable.

Alice In Wonderland

2006-12-29T01:11:00.000+01:00

Alice: "If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

"No wonder you're late. Why, this watch is exactly two days slow."My favorite....the cat obv.

"We're all mad here"

2006-12-14T19:14:00.000+01:00

My Hands Are Bananas

circley square

2006-12-05T20:25:00.000+01:00

Sex Education

just one more.... true classic... brilliant

2006-12-05T20:22:00.000+01:00

Monty Pythons Meaning of Life Suicial Leaves

bad quality... best part... k ill stop

2006-12-05T20:19:00.000+01:00

Monty Python: The Meaning of Life.

amazing and expanding universe

2006-12-05T20:15:00.000+01:00

The Meaning of Life

watch this movie, watch this movie, watch this movie, watch it

2006-12-05T20:12:00.000+01:00

The Penis Song - Monty Pythons

legends

Saudade de um tempo não vivido

2006-12-05T19:28:00.001+01:00

Saudade de um tempo não vivido

2006-12-05T19:28:00.000+01:00

2006-12-04T19:17:00.000+01:00

The Heist

igapoo tellmieth boutist thy

Um Dia Como Tantos Outros

2006-11-21T19:18:00.000+01:00

Em que acordo, tendo posto o despertador 15 minutos adiantado, (o meu tempo predefinido para o “ante dia”) minutos destinados á mentalização do concreto.
Dou comigo já no chuveiro (rota até a qual faço literalmente de olhos fechados) onde a agua me traz eventualmente por completo ao mundo acordado.
Arranjo-me com pressa pois o conforto da banheira me atrasa sempre; visto com orgulho e familiaridade a mais o uniforme, dando graças por não me ter que preocupar com o que vestir e por aqueles ansiosos de exibir as suas novas aquisições de moda terem que esperar pelo fim-de-semana.
Levanto a minha mãe, ignorando as súplicas de “só mais 5 minutos” e indiferente á inversão de papéis, em quanto calço os sapatos e arranjo a mochila.
Tomamos um pequeno-almoço apressado seguido do ritual da caça ao tesouro em busca das chaves do carro e da carteira da mãe que nos põe fora de casa com atraso inevitável.
Depois desta rotina já instintiva, de preparação para o dia de escola segue-se a mãe de todas as rotinas: o horário escolar.
Para fugir a bicha descomunal da Jorge Quinto, chegamos ao parque “secundário” e menos popular da escola (com cuja informalidade os BM’s dos tios não condizem) por um atalho pouco frequentado e até clandestino.
É- me doado os dois euros diários (que me inabilitam dois items de lanche no Tuck Shop, instalação onde Dona Teresa não faz pouco lucro) ante a partida da minha mãe.
Ao entrar pelos grandes portões verdes, começa a rotina cansativa mas essencial das aulas.
Rodeada de caras conhecidas, caras de pessoas que vejo todos os dias da minha vida desde dos 4 anos, caras da minha juventude. Pessoas que implementam e contribuem para a atmosfera que é o Julian’s, atmosfera despreocupada, única e excelente que nos rodeia incondicionalmente e me é fulcral.
Sei que é uma “bolha”, um pouco afastada da realidade mas todos as temos e duvido que alguma supere esta.
Depois de um dia como tantos outros chego a casa, a outro sureal, temendo o dia em que tudo se resumirá a memoria e terei que deixar para trás esta escola, esta família, esta vida… mas por hoje é na boa, porque amanha volto lá.

2006-11-14T22:22:00.001+01:00

Vaya con dios - Nah neh nah

kudos to my borther and mother for this band...

You Will Be Hearing From Us Shortly

2006-11-09T23:22:00.000+01:00

You feel adequate to the demands of this position?
What qualities do you feel you
Personally have to offer?
Ah.

Let us consider your application form.
Your qualifications, though impressive, are
Not, we must admit, precisely what
We had in mind. Would you care
To defend their relevance?
Indeed.

Now your age. Perhaps you feel able
To make your own comment about that,
Too? We are conscious ourselves
Of the need for a candidate with precisely
The right degree of immaturity.
So glad we agree.

And now a delicate matter: your looks.
You do appreciate this work involves
Contact with the actual public? Might they,
Perhaps, find your appearance
Disturbing?
Quite so.

And your accent. That is the way
You have always spoken, is it? What
Of your education? We mean, of course,
Where were you educated?
And how
Much of a handicap is that to you,
Would you say?

Married, children,
We see. The usual dubious
Desire to perpetuate what had better
Not have happened at all. We do not
Ask what domestic desires shimmer
Behind that vaguely unsuitable address.

And you were born--?
Yes. Pity.

So glad we agree.

-- U. A. Fanthorpe

2006-11-04T21:41:00.000+01:00

Jerky Boys

Best phone pranks ... look them up...

2006-10-22T22:06:00.000+02:00

pablo francisco

Xika first told me bout this dude.... fkn hilariouse... if u dnt find it funny ....die

2006-10-22T21:35:00.001+02:00

Marijuana Kills...

Pawned off whitecastle but still...

Marilyn Manson

2006-10-22T20:10:00.000+02:00

Pastel on black and white photo. image and text project

William Blake

2006-10-22T15:49:00.000+02:00

way to much to say about this guy. Look him up. poet and artist. I just got the complete iluminated works..orgasmic book including:
"Song of inocence and experience" "mariage of heaven and hell" and much more. A man ahead of his time, only validated after death, which is frustratingly comonly the case.
Beleived the human mind in itself held infinite potential and that it was limited by the constaints of our five sences, he also believd he could break through this barrier.
"To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour"

2006-10-05T09:03:00.000+02:00

Aura and Ari

2 random chiks playing the word game... note seetness of the hamster and diss in the otherones eyes:)

Well Put...

2006-10-03T22:02:00.000+02:00

Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.

The important thing is not to stop questioning.

Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.
-Einstein

The overman...Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.

What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

When one has much to put into them, a day has a hundred pockets.

The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.

No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
-Nietzsche

I am at two with nature.

I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.
-Woody Allen

Thou shouldst eat to live; not live to eat.

Envy is the ulcer of the soul.
-Socrates

No human thing is of serious importance.

Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.

Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
Ignorance, the root and the stem of every evil.
-Plato

2006-09-23T23:44:00.000+02:00

Wanda Jackson w/ Joe Maphis - Cool Love

First lady of Rock n Roll, Queen of Rocakbilly, I remember elvis 2.. www.wandajackson.com

What if God Smoked Cannabis

2006-09-23T22:40:00.000+02:00

so old... but cummon...

If god had long hair and a goatee
And if his eyes were pretty glazed
If he looked spaced out
Would you buy his story
Would you believe he had an eye infection?

And yeah yeah god looks baked
Yeah yeah god smells good
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
What if god smoked cannabis?
Hit the bong like some of us
Drove a tie-dyed microbus
And he subscribes to rolling stone

When god made this place, in the beginning
Did he plant any seeds?
Or did he put them there for Adam and Eve
So they’d be hungry for the apple
That the snake was always offering

And yeah yeah god rolls great
Yeah yeah god smells good
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
What if god smoked cannabis?
Do you s'pose he had a buzz?
When he made the platypus
When he created earth our home
Does he like pearl jam or the stones?

And do you think he rolls his own
Up there in heaven on the throne
And when the saints go marching home
Maybe he sits and smokes a bowl.

2006-09-22T12:36:00.000+02:00

Once more.. Toto in action.

and again.... continued "fun".... borderline something almost insane.

2006-09-22T12:35:00.000+02:00

Toto the random electronic toilet.

Two good friends of mine having a gay old time in the bathroom

2006-09-21T08:14:00.000+02:00

OK Go - Here It Goes Again

Small budget videos rule

Jenny Holzer

2006-09-13T22:17:00.000+02:00

"Slipping into madness is good for the sake of comparison"
"Murder has its sexual side"
"Pain can be a very positive thing"
"Selfishness is the most basic motivation"
"Most people are not fit to rule themselves"

2006-09-10T23:56:00.000+02:00

It's Oh So Quiet

Bjork bate bastante

2006-09-10T18:48:00.000+02:00

Massive Attack - Teardrop

Awesome bands, massive attack and Portishead, great song..

Alvaro de Campos

2006-09-10T18:34:00.000+02:00

O florir do encontro casual
Dos que hão sempre de ficar estranhos...
O único olhar sem interesse recebido no acaso
Da estrangeira rápida...
O olhar de interesse da criança trazida pela mão
Da mãe distraida...
As palavras de episódios trocadas
Com viajante episódico
Na episó dica viagem...
Grandes mágoas de todas as coisas serem boacados...
Caminho sem fim...

2006-09-05T18:53:00.000+02:00

The best of Pitagora Suicchi

Those domino effect pointless instalations yet too intertaining, as is the little singing tht comes on at the end of each in japenease or smthn:)... enjoy

Chema Madoz

2006-09-03T10:29:00.000+02:00

Spanish photografer born in the late 1950's, these are my top favorites of his work. The double meanings and irony are brilliant.

The Architect

2006-09-03T09:46:00.000+02:00

Love the Matrixes, reality taken to the extreame. Even though there is alot of controversy as to the originality of the movies story line, for example some think it was taken right out of the bible, it doesnt unvalidadte the movie. They still rule, Go watch Them. Heres the diologue between Neo and The Architect which is one of my favortite parts of the movie.

The Architect - Hello, Neo.

Neo - Who are you?

The Architect - I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also irrelevant.

Neo - Why am I here?

The Architect - Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to sedulously avoid it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.

Neo - You haven't answered my question.

The Architect - Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.

The Architect - The matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version.

Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.

The Architect - Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly's systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.

Neo - Choice. The problem is choice.

*The scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architect's room*

The Architect - The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is as apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being, thus I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.

Neo - The Oracle.

The Architect - Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99.9% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.

Neo - This is about Zion.

The Architect - You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.

Neo - Bullshit.

The Architect - Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

*Scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architects room.*

The Architect - The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.

Neo - You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.

The Architect - There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.

*The Architect presses a button on a pen that he is holding, and images of people from all over the matrix appear on the monitors*

The Architect - It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were by design based on a similar predication, a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the one. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-a-vis, love.

*Images of Trinity fighting the agent from Neo's dream appear on the monitors*

Neo - Trinity.

The Architect - Apropos, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

Neo - No!

The Architect - Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both beginning, and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to the left leads back to the matrix, to her, and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you're going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple, and obvious truth: she is going to die, and there is nothing that you can do to stop it.

*Neo walks to the door on his left*

The Architect - Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

Neo - If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.

The Architect - We won't.

Black Rock City - Burning Man

2006-09-01T12:28:00.000+02:00

My cousin told me about this amazing event, festival, city, that he read about somewhere. It's really so unique I dnt know what to call it. Neither I or him have been, but I guarantee that after you read this your gonna want to go as much as we do.
"Black Rock City" is a temporary city built each year for the Burning Man festival, in the Black Rock Desert (BRD) of northeast Nevada, 150km away from any sort of civilisation.

40,000 people make a long and dangerous journey to the black rock deseart and during a week build and run a semicircular city, that is self sufiscient and unlike anything I've ever heard of. The city is filled with unparalleled life, where everyone participates and helps run the city. Numerous Art instalations and exhibitions are held, the city runs on ordered chaos, radical freedom of expression, as self relience. There are bathrooms, hospital facilities and 7 daily newspapers produced and distributed by everyone, there is no currency in black rock city, either things are for free or tradable and participants make it there duty to leave no trace of the event after it. Regulars call themselves "Burners".

The culmination of the festival is held on the sixth night of the event where a 25meter high sculpture of a man is burnt.
The event is not merely held as a festival but as an experimental community.
There is much more to be said about this extraordinary city. Visit: www.burningman.com,
www.blackrockarts.org/, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_Man
Seriousely amazing.

Sunny Day In The Fields Of Rape

2006-08-20T22:45:00.000+02:00

by: Marilyn Manson, watercolors. Check out his art on his site: www.marilynmanson.com

May

2006-08-20T22:30:00.000+02:00

This is from a movie called May. Some seriously freaky shit... But it was like those little things in your life tht just keep coming back to you. I watched it when I was like 12 but never heard of it again... then once i saw smthng on it on tv like a year ago...then nthng again... A friend of mine and I rented it about a month ago but wen we put the dvd in .. the movie wasnt on it .. just some sad but haunting comercials bout other unknown movies with anonimous actors.
I had forgotten all about it untill I started watching 6 feet under and Billy Chenowith caught my eye. Bipolar, deranged violent brother of one of the main characters with a grunge look and hot smile. I remembered tht hes also in May.
Jeremy Sisto's look...... too perfect.

R.I.P. see you on the other side

2006-08-17T19:48:00.000+02:00

There is an old belief
that on some solemn shore
Beyond the sphere of grief
Old friends shall meet once more

Inevitable Lyrics

2006-08-17T19:24:00.000+02:00

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live

(Wait to kill ur idles and they kill themselves.. tudo k presta desse novo album):

EAT ME, DRINK ME EAT ME, DRINK ME This is only a game,This is only a game.

So picking my skin
And my scales.
I see my horror
Reflected in the
Sundown of your
Blank stare.

Instead of killing time,We'll have each other

Digging your smile apart

You'll burn,
I'll eat your ashes.

The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.

I was in the deep end of her skin.

We cry,
You're like a birthday.

Putting holes in happiness.

Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?

Without distractions of hope.

It's easy to beat the system,
Had a hard time beating the symptoms...

I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship it's not
About love.

And I'm waiting
With the sound turned off
I'm waitingLike a glass balloon
And I'm

It was never about her,
It was about the hurt.

She blew me her death-kiss
And the mouth-marks
Bled down my eye,
Like her dying
On my windshield.
I can already feel
Her worms
Eating my spine.
So how can it be this lonely?
Is this all we get
For our lives?
Is love only sweeter when
One of us dies?

And I don't mind you keepin' me
On pins and needles

I couldn't take my hands off her
She wouldn't let me be anywhere but inside

Don't break
Don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl
You should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high
And making me low

Your lips look like they were made
For something else but
They just suck my breath
I want your pain
To taste why you're ashamed
And I know you're not just what you say to me
And I'm not the only moment you're made of

I want you wanting me
I want what I see in your eyes
So give me something to be scared of
Don't give me something to satisfy

I don't want anyone else's
Hand on my gears.
And I'll choke on
All the diamonds

We're on the line between
The devil's tits,
And we've been driving on E.

Hey There's no rules today.
You steal instead of borrow.
You take all the shapes that I make.
And you think
That you think
All the thoughts
That I thought you, Don't you?

Rebels without applause
I sell my shadow to those
Who are standing in it

I'm just like rolling a stone up
A hill in HadesIf you want to lie with me
You're going to be a liar

There's not a word for what I want to do to you

If you get in bed someone will fall in love

Space monkey in the place to be,
With some free-association and a hole in her head,
Out on a limb in the carnival of me
Raising the temperature one hundred degrees

We're sown together,
She's born to mesmer
Beside,
Astride her,
I die inside her

It's far too sacred,
Don't ever fake it,
And don't, and don't, and don't let me down...

Like you let me down before,

If I could tear you from the ceiling,
I know the best have tried,
I'd fill your every breath with meaning,
And find a place we both could hide.

Don't go and leave me,
And please don't drive me blind,
Don't go and leave me,
And please don't drive me blind.

I know we're broken.

If I could tear you from the ceiling,
I'd freeze us both in time,
Find a brand new way of seeing..
Your eyes forever glued to mine.

It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
You *be running up that hill*
You and me *be running up that hill*

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

You and me won't be unhappy.
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh...'
'If I only could, be running up that hill.'

Push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I am today...
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside...
If the pain goes on...

(Don't go) I never wanted any body more then I wanted you
(I know) the only thing I ever really loved, was hate.

The lady whom I feel maternal love for
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
And they cock and twist and masturbate

In my eyes
I'm not lazy
In my face
It's not over
In your room
I'm not older
In your eyes
I'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol

Portray sincerity
Act out of loyalty
Defend your true country
Wish away the pain
Hand out lobotomies
To save little families
Surrealistic fantasy
Bland boring plain

Slippery pessimist hypocrite master
Conservative communist apocalyptic bastard
Thank you dear God for putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst

He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means

Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct

Just because you're paranoid
Don't mean they're not after you

One baby to another says,
I'm lucky to have met you
I don't care what you think
Unless it is about me
It is now my duty to completely drain you
A travel through a tube
And end up in your infection

Chew your meat for you
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
Because I like you

...Sloppy lips to lips
You're my vitamins because I'm like you

The finest day that I ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
my heart is broke
But I have some glue
help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover...

I'm so tired I can't sleep

Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control

If I had to lose a mile
If I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul
The way I do

I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news

Would you like to hear my voice
sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth?

I can't see the end of me
My whole expanse I cannot see
I formulate infinity
Stored deep inside me

And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm

Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun

Broken heart and broken bones
Think about some capsules of horse pills
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with dust
And you'll think you're happy now

Reflected past

2006-08-17T19:16:00.000+02:00

Quinta da Regaleira

2006-08-17T19:07:00.000+02:00

Situada em pleno Centro Histórico de Sintra, classificado Património Mundial pela UNESCO, a Quinta da Regaleira é um lugar com espírito próprio. Edificado nos primórdios do Século XX, ao sabor do ideário romântico, este fascinante conjunto de construções, nascendo abruptadamente no meio da floresta luxuriante, é o resultado da concretização dos sonhos mito-mágicos do seu proprietário, António Augusto Carvalho Monteiro (1848-1920), aliados ao talento do arquitecto-cenógrafo italiano Luigi Manini (1848-1936).

A culminar a visita à Quinta da Regaleira, há que invocar a aventura dos cavaleiros Templários, ou os ideais dos mestres da maçonaria, para descer ao monumental poço iniciático por uma imensa escadaria em espiral. E, lá no fundo com os pés assentes numa estrela de oito pontas, é como se estivéssemos imerses no ventre da Terra-Mãe. Depois, só nos resta atravessar as trevas das grutas labirínticas, até ganharmos a luz, reflectida em lagos surpreendentes.

2006-08-14T16:20:00.000+02:00

End of the World Flash Animation

This ones old but still hilairouse.... I first saw it on albinoblacksheep.com... check it out

2006-08-01T13:43:00.000+02:00

Marijuana Kills comercial

from ... guess?... harold n kumar ..... ok its the last one ... just go watch the movie...

2006-08-01T13:23:00.000+02:00

Freakshow!!

YES

2006-08-01T13:22:00.000+02:00

Harold & Kumar ( Niel Patrick Harris )

Why is this movie so fkn funny...

2006-08-01T00:33:00.000+02:00

American Beauty

1 of da best movies

2006-08-01T00:25:00.000+02:00

One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest

First meeting... rockin movie

2006-08-01T00:15:00.000+02:00

The Best Of Stewie Griffin

Just might be the best charcter ever introduced to man kind

World's Top 25 Universities

2006-07-31T23:59:00.000+02:00

1Harvard University

2Massachusetts Institute of Technology

3Cambridge University

4Oxford University

5Stanford University

6University of California, Berkeley

7Yale University

8California Institute of Technology

9 Princeton University

10 Ecole Polytechnique

11 Duke University
11 London School of Economics

13 Imperial College London

14 Cornell University

15 Beijing University

16 Tokyo University

17 University of California,San Francisco
17 Chicago University

19 Melbourne University

20 Columbia University

21 ETH Zurich

22 National University of Singapore

23 Australian National University

24 Ecole Normale Superieure, Paris
24 McGill University

2006-07-31T23:55:00.000+02:00

Burnt Face Man Episode 2

Also by David Firth.... calm down baby have some cheese.... u can see all his stuff at www.fat-pie.com...enjoy

2006-07-31T23:49:00.000+02:00

Happy Valentines Day

Funny.. and big wow its by David Firth .... freaky bastard

2006-07-31T18:50:00.000+02:00

Awesometown - FOX Cut

These dude rock so bad. They're from Berkely California like someone else I know.. and they now work on the cast of saturday night live. making a living of comedy...assholes... This is there first episode for FOX....

2006-07-27T21:21:00.000+02:00

Midlife Crisis

2006-07-27T21:18:00.000+02:00

Marilyn Manson - Tourniquet.

2006-07-27T21:07:00.000+02:00

Nirvana - Seasons In The Sun

Terry Jack cover but still...

2006-07-27T20:58:00.000+02:00

Nirvana-Sliver

2006-07-27T20:54:00.000+02:00

BLIND ZERO 'Shine On'

Good

2006-07-27T20:52:00.000+02:00

Hole - Doll Parts

Damn good song

2006-07-27T20:46:00.000+02:00

emo song

And for the video....

2006-07-27T20:34:00.000+02:00

The Spice Boys

No one saw the chinease chick coming, dnt worry.

2006-07-27T20:24:00.000+02:00

21 Questions - Awesometown pilot

Another one by awsometown....they rule

2006-07-27T20:13:00.000+02:00

Sup Chip? - Awesometown pilot

haha....ha

I know a guy...

2006-07-23T17:38:00.000+02:00

I know a guy, he has sex with his sister. he used his dick to pop her four foot blister and I know.. Its not that cool, he fucked her in my swimming pool... hes got three testicles and he loves to ... do shit... fuck you....

H. M. F.

2006-06-29T18:07:00.000+02:00

Jeremy Sisto....perfect
The Brad
Steven. From Laguna Beach
Johhny Depp
Chad Michael Murray

Milo Ventimiglia
Warrick (wtvr)
Joaquin Pheonix
James fkn Franco

Gods to the unfaithfull

2006-06-04T18:20:00.000+02:00

Mad Hilarities

2006-05-31T21:13:00.000+02:00

Dead babies:

Why'd the Baby cross the road?
It was stappled to the chiken..

How do you get a baby to stop running around in circles?
Nail its other hand to the ground..

Whats funnier than a dead baby?
A dead baby sitting next to a kid with down's syndrome..

What happened when I put a baby in the microwave?
Dunno either... I was too busy jerking off...

How do you get a baby into a shoe box?
-with a blender..
How do you get it out?
-With a straw.....

The emo song

2006-05-31T20:55:00.000+02:00

dear diary,
mood: apathetic
my life is spiraling downward. i couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry Concert. It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs like 'Stab My Heart Because I Love You,' and 'Rip Apart My Soul,' and of course, 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab." and it doesn't help that i couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do, some days you know. . .

i'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
you'd be non-conforming to if u look just like me
i have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
i'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'cause i feel real deep when i'm dressing in drag
i call it freedom of expression most just call me a fag
'cause their dudes look like chicks, their chicks look like dykes
'cause emo is one step below transvestite

stop my breathing and slit my throat
i must be emo
i don't jump around when i go to shows
i must be emo

i'm dark and sensitive with low self-esteem
the way i dress makes everyday feel like Hallowe'en
i have no real problems but i like to make believe
i stole my sister's mascara now i'm grounded for a week
sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
i can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun
they say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one

stop my breathing and slit my throat
i must be emo
i don't jump around when i go to shows
i must be emo
dye in my hair and polish on my toes
i must be emo
i play guitar and write suicide notes
i must be emo

my life is just a black abyss, you know, it's so dark. and it's suffocating me. grabbing ahold of me and tightening it's grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans . . . which look great on my by the way

when i get depressed i cut my wrists in every direction
hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
i write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
i told my friends i bleed black and cry during classes
i'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth
you can read me "Catcher in the Rye," and watch me jack off
i wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
if i said i like girls i'd only be half right

i look like i'm dead and dress like a homo
i must be emo
screw XBOX i play old school Nintendo
i must be emo
i like to whine and hate my parentals
i must be emo
me and my friends all look like clones
i must be emo

my parents just don't get me you know. they think i'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. well, a couple of guys. but i mean, it's the 2000s. can't 2, or 4 dudes make-out with each other without being gay. i mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. i don't know diary, sometimes i think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend. . . . i feel like tacos